Oh,
Israel. How did you get here? The Israelites had been in the wilderness for all
of three months when Moses was called to the mountaintop to talk with God.
Three months ago the Egyptian army was thrown into the sea and the Israelites
were singing and praising God for their deliverance. They witnessed God save them from a
threatening battle with Amalek. God allowed them to see Godself approach Moses
in a dense cloud so they could trust
Moses’ leadership forever. Then Moses went up to talk with God. He put
Aaron and Hur in charge while he went to receive the law and commandments. He
didn’t imagine they could get into too much trouble while he was away. Forty
days and forty nights later, all hell broke loose.
I
can see why the Israelites would be nervous. Moses had been gone for a long
time and didn’t tell them when he would be coming back. He went up into a
mountain surrounded by clouds and fire. Maybe he wasn’t coming back. Maybe he
died. Who was going to take care of them? They needed to know for sure that
God’s presence would be with them. They were tired of journeying to liberation.
They wanted a quick, easy answer to their doubts. Years of oppression, months
of wandering in the wilderness, it took a toll. They were ready to be
completely free. How better to assure their liberation and God’s presence than
to build their own, shiny, distracting God who can tell them exactly what they
want to hear? “Make a sacrifice to me,” says this God, “and then you can have a
party! The journey is over! Well done.”
We
get this. It’s easy to get tired of the journey. Some journeys to liberation
take longer than others. It has been over two months since Officer Darren
Wilson shot an unarmed teenager named Michael Brown on the quiet suburban
streets of Ferguson Missouri. It’s easy to think from up here that the protests
are over, and the journey to liberation there is through. The news outlets have
moved on to marriage equality in the courts and Ebola in Texas. Don’t get me
wrong, those things matter, too. But making a distracting golden calf out of
the news cycle that ignores Ferguson doesn’t change reality. The people of
Ferguson, especially young African Americans, are still protesting every day.
Young people are being arrested. Pastors are putting their bodies between black
and brown youth and police response. This weekend alone, hundredsds of people
are descending on Ferguson for a weekend of action and protest to demand
justice for Michael Brown and his family, and liberation for people of color
there.
The
journey toward justice for people of color in Ferguson is not over. It isn’t
over anywhere else, either. After all, it isn’t only about Michael Brown. It’s
about Trayvon Martin, and Jordan Davis, Renisha McBride and Emmett Till, and
four little girls killed in a school bombing. It’s about decades of lynchings
of black men. It’s about the long legacy of slavery stretching back before the
founding of this country and forward to the mass incarceration of people of
color today.
Americans
of all races, especially people of color, have been journeying together out of
racist oppression toward liberation for centuries but still, the journey isn’t
over. Why aren’t these stories in the news? Are our feet getting tired? Have we
been settling for something less than God’s vision for us?
The
Israelites’ golden calf was the outcome of human beings trying to substitute an
easy solution, an easy peace and victory, for God’s peace and victory. We could
do that. We could stop listening to God’s call to work for justice for all
people. We could watch Moses go up the mountain and build our own God to
reassure ourselves that our actions are just and the journey over. Many of the
other things we could and do focus on are good! It is good to worship God, to
feed the hungry, to house the homeless. The Israelites were called to do all of
these things, too. They were also called to follow God on the long journey,
together, to liberation.
One
of the biggest golden calves we build today is the idea that we’ve completely
dismantled some form of oppression or other, or oppression entirely. When we
worship that golden calf, we can pretend the journey is over. Racism is over. The
pattern of the killing of black and brown people in this country is over. But
the killing of Michael Brown in Ferguson tells us this is not true. Whole
communities are responding to the reality of racism and violence in this
country. In Ferguson religious people from around the country are on the front
lines of protests, just as they are in Detroit, in DC, and wherever they call
home.
We,
too, cannot stay too long in our weariness along the journey. As we look for
inspiration to keep going, we find that the Bible is not the only place we can look
for God’s messages about liberation. Look around our own city. Sometimes it is
tempting to look at our history, at the 50th anniversary of the
Rochester Race Riot and say, “This was over fifty years ago.” It isn’t the
case. The neighborhoods most affected by the riots haven’t fully recovered –
some of the buildings damaged in 1964 were never fully rebuilt. Like every
other city, Rochester still has a problem with racism. We see it in jobs and
lack of jobs, in education and lack of education, and in health disparities. Our
congregation, too, needs to continue thinking about ways to work against racism
here. People of faith of many races organized for years to create jobs and
opportunities for people of color, and together they made great progress. Will
we follow the lead of religious groups who followed God’s call by joining
together in solidarity after the summer of 1964 to work for justice? Will we
join groups learning about what’s happening in Ferguson, or talking about mass
incarceration? Will we make partnerships with other congregations in the inner city
working to improve access to health care, education, and job
opportunities?
As
individuals we do lots of good work in both direct service and toward systemic
justice. We can do the same as a congregation. This congregation can pray
together for God’s guidance to choose our best way to bring about God’s kingdom
in the city with others. Whatever we choose to do together as this community, we know that God’s
justice is coming. God will lead us to the liberation of all people if we stay
the course and do not settle for a quick fix.
If we’re looking to follow the long road, we can look to ur heritage in Rochester and in the wider liberation movements for strength, for guidance, and for inspiration. One leader we can look to is Ella Baker.
If we’re looking to follow the long road, we can look to ur heritage in Rochester and in the wider liberation movements for strength, for guidance, and for inspiration. One leader we can look to is Ella Baker.
Some of you already know that Ella Baker was
a behind the scenes organizer during the Civil Rights Movement. She started her
career at the NAACP as an organizer, and helped form both the Southern
Christian leadership Conference. She saw students, both black and white,
already taking on the work of the movement and encouraged them to form their
own organization. This group was called the Student Non-Violent Coordinating
Committee, also known as SNCC. Her work and words inspired Dr. Bernice Johnson
Reagon, a Black singer, song writer and activist. She worked during the Civil
Rights Movement of the 1960s as a member of the Freedom Singers, a group
organized by SNCC. She also founded the a cappella group Sweet
Honey in the Rock in 1973. In 1983 she wrote “Ella’s Song,” putting the words
of Ella Baker to music. Ella’s song begins like this:
“We
who believe in freedom cannot rest.
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes.”
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes.”
It continues,
“ Until the killing of Black men, Black mothers’ sons
“ Until the killing of Black men, Black mothers’ sons
Is
as important as the killing of white men, white mothers’ sons.
Not needing to clutch for power, not needing the light just to shine
Not needing to clutch for power, not needing the light just to shine
on
me.
I need to be just one in the number as we stand against tyranny.
Struggling myself don’t mean a whole lot I come to realize
That teaching others to stand up and fight is the only way my
I need to be just one in the number as we stand against tyranny.
Struggling myself don’t mean a whole lot I come to realize
That teaching others to stand up and fight is the only way my
struggle
survives.”
Ella
Baker didn’t say, “We who are Black in America.”
She said, “We who believe in freedom.”
She said, “We who believe in freedom.”
As
people of God of every race we believe in freedom. We are tied to the story of
liberation found not only in Exodus but through the entire Bible. We cannot,
and will not, settle for easy answers. We are called to respond to God’s call
as we hear it in the Scripture, from the people of Ferguson, and in the reality
of our own city. We who believe in Freedom cannot rest. We who believe in
Freedom cannot rest until it comes.
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